NOTHING'S GONNA CHANGE MY MIND ☆ mt

[michael t.]

YOU NEVER GAVE UP ON ME; WHY DON'T YOU?
I'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU SEE; WHY WON'T YOU?

The monthly task that Michael had been given was to round up the Blackjack Rats and play a game, and... frankly, he had no problem with that. He liked setting up social events – hence his division of expertise – and he had the perfect game in mind. A gambling endeavor, of course. That didn't mean that everyone needed to bet their houses or anything, but the dealer thought things would be a bit more fun if there were some kind of stakes, and he thought his fellow Blackjack Rats would agree. In addition to this, the game he had in mind was fairly simple, requiring only five 6 sided dice and a cup to shake them around in. Both were fairly easy to find inside the tavern, so it wasn't long before he had his supplies, grabbing himself a table as well to set up in front of the tavern. Once it was set up, he laid out the dice, the cup, and a piece of paper for him to keep track of things on, a small smirk gracing the male's muzzle.

He called out cheerfully, sounding more relaxed than he had in a while, "Hey, Blackjack Rats! We're gonna play a little game called Threes, alright? The game itself is pretty simple, so listen up and pay attention." He waited until a few familiar faces had gathered around before he began his explanation, "Threes is a gambling game, where you can bet anything you want. How the game works is that you roll five dice. All threes on the dice count as zeroes, and everything else counts as their face value. You always need to keep at least one die every roll, until eventually you run out of dice to roll. Your goal? Get the lowest number that you possibly can." He glanced down at the dice in front of him, shifting them a little with his paw before he continued, "Obviously if you already have a higher roll than the person in front of you on say, die three, that means you're out and anything you bet is forfeit. It's a game of luck, and also a bit of skill, since you need to carefully decide which dice to keep." He loved games like these, where one could also be extraordinarily lucky, but there was also some skill involved.

Looking down, Michael gathered the dice up into his cup, shaking it around before he rolled them and spoke in a hum, "I'll go first, since I already put a couple of my bracelets down on this. See my first roll? Two threes, two twos, and one five. I'm going to keep the two threes, since they count as zeroes, and then roll again..." He gathered the three remaining dice up in the cup, rolling them again before he winced and sighed, "And now... I have a one, a two, and a five. I'll keep the one, I suppose..." He continued rolling, until eventually he was out of dice. Turning to the crowd, he spoke with a pleased little hum, "So now, my final score is a three, which is pretty damn good for this little game. Of course, that doesn't mean you guys can't beat it, especially if you get more threes than me. After all, if you get five zeroes, you automatically win, since that's a zero score."

He then tilted his head to one side, humming thoughtfully, "We'll end the round when... hmm. Three people after me have gone. That seems fair enough. Now... bet what you want, and then roll." He pushed the cup and the dice towards whoever stepped up first, a broad grin on his face.

( we'll be playing this game legit, since you can use the site here for your rolls! just consider whatever dice you chose to keep as "out" when you roll it again, and ignore their numbers! )

— Reggan